Yes.

In Monique's room, there are two beds on each side, the one on the left undone, as if someone had woken up and left without making it. The bed on the right, on the other hand, has no sheets, but is packed with her clothes: shorts, t-shirts and skirts - all micro, tiny bras and panties of all kinds, including thongs, in the most varied colors. On top of her study table, several art books, notebooks, pencils, rulers of various sizes, compasses and squares, erasers, crayons and charcoal ... An easel near the door with a bench in front, paint put on and brushes. She is really an artist.

"Cool room. So you are a painter?"

"I painted since I was a child. My father is a professional painter, and he taught me. With my mother I learned to play some instruments, like the violin. But, my true passion I discovered on my own..."

Mark immediately thought: sex.

"..it's sculpture. I am preparing an installation with sculptures and you will help me today."

"How? I don't understand any of that."

"Honey, you don't have to do anything, I do everything. You were born with what I need". And with a movement, she grips Mark's rigid cock tightly.

He feels a thrill of pleasure at the touch that makes him shudder a little.

"Okay, if that's the case, I'm happy to help. What do I do?"

"Take all your clothes off and lie on my bed."

Without blinking, Mark does it and in a jump he is already lying down, with the cock pointing hard upwards.

"Great, you are ready! I'm going to take my clothes off so I don't get dirty."

And, once again, her wonderful body is fully exposed. And if Mark was able to get the cock even harder, he would. However, what followed in the next hour was not sex, but it was nonetheless interesting. Basically, what Monique did was a plaster cast with Mark's erect penis, including the scrotum. While they waited to dry, before being able to remove it, Mark was curious.

"What is this mold for?"

"I will do a metal reproduction of your cock with him later. And at the end of college, I will present as an end-of-course work an installation with all my collection made during these years here."

"Collection? Is this the collection you were talking about?"

"Yeah, the collection with reproductions of all the cocks that I fucked and will fuck in college. So far in this beginning I have already gathered some."

Curious, even afraid of the answer, he couldn't resist:

"How many were there?"

"I don't know, I lost count ... I'll find out in a little while, but let me take the mold that is ready".

With his cock already free, and still hard on the conversation, Mark watches her with a pen to write his name. Then, under her pile of clothes, she takes out a large box, opens it and places the mold inside, next to something like forty molds, of various sizes. She starts to count:

“Forty-five with yours. It is a good start. ”

A good start? Most people will not fuck so many people their whole lives, let alone so many just at the beginning of college. While thinking about it and looking at the box, for the first time in his life he comes without touching the cock! And it was so intense that, as a result, he can not recover for another fuck. No sex, which made Monique a little sad - after all, she's apparently insatiable - but that she was content to sleep together naked until the next morning.